no more time for tears
funeral sorrows
humanity's tomorrow
the rope tightens tighter
more joy on the road
than a child's first cry< br/>the slush of burning corpses
greets every man
thirst for war feeds and whips
to the taste of blood
a thousand murders, blood flows
omens of the end of time
we bow down to the lord of death
swear to his room
your christ is a vain memory
I spit on his cross